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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gundam_Wing
  Relationship:
      Treize_Khushrenada/Duo_Maxwell
  Character:
      Treize_Khushrenada, Duo_Maxwell
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-26 Words: 1144
****** Guarding Treize ******
by mmmdraco
Summary
     Treize Khushrenada bore watching.
Notes
     I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff
     like that. Yeah.
"Pilot 02... What are you doing in my chambers?"
Duo Maxwell, indeed the Gundam pilot 02, operator of the Deathscythe, walked
from the lit hallway into the darkened room where Treize Kushrenada lay
awaiting many unknowns. "I'm here to see that you don't cause any trouble."
The bedsheets rustled in the violet night, an extension of the meeting of the
pupil's of Duo's eyes with their incapacitating outer reachings. Those eyes
could manipulate anyone and the darkness did just the same. Treize found it
hard to breathe and could not bring himself to speak under that gaze and in
that absence of light. //What is he doing here?//
Treize gasped as he felt soft fingers brush the side of his face and trace down
his chest, pushing away the soft blanket he'd pulled to his chin at the first
signs of intrusion into the room. One set of fingers was joined by another and
the pair began to trace his body, shaping him and molding him into a willing
body. Then lips joined the assault, a valuable part of the arsenal, and if he
hadn't surrendered when he did, he would have lost the battle and losing wasn't
any fun when both sides could win.
Duo noticed the General's relaxation and let his body function on auto-pilot
while he considered his next attack. He was unprepared when Treize's hands
snaked around him and pulled him down, claiming his lips and aiming for his
tongue. Quickly, Duo took control of the situation, pulling the General's arms
to his sides and pinning them against the cool sheets before pulling himself
away from those supple lips sharply and attacking Treize's neck with his teeth,
nipping at the carotid artery and testing the pulse with the tip of his tongue
and sinking his teeth firmly into the sinewy muscle at his shoulder before
traveling further down and testing the night-hardened nubs on Treize's chest
for arousal and taste.
Losing himself to the actions, Treize wasn't worried about any complications.
Pilot 02 was a Gundam pilot. Even if he was really a weakling, few people would
know it. So, he could give in to his natural submissiveness and if anyone came
across them, just claim that he was overpowered and forced and no one would he
the wiser.
Teasing a trail of tepid saliva down the heaving chest of Treize Kushrenada was
making Duo hard. He was having trouble thinking and was close to giving in to
instinct. But, instinct would make him think he was with a willing partner. The
enemy was never willing.
//Or could they be?//
Treize felt Duo's tongue trace a long-healed battle scar and unconsciously
began to rock his hips against the younger body above him as much as his spine
would allow. Duo seemed to feel it and responded accordingly, letting a hand
trail down and wrap around Treize's engorged member gently, then letting that
hand move slightly, barely grazing skin with the passing gestures, but creating
just enough friction to drive him crazy without driving him over the edge.
"What's your name?" Treize suddenly asked, thinking ahead to what he hoped
might come and abhorring the idea of calling out "02" in ecstasy.
All hands and lips and tracing tongues pulled away from him momentarily as the
boy pulled his long braid around to his front and pulled off the ribbon
securing the end, unraveling the silken strands to wave gently around his
already ephemeral body. "Duo," he said into the general's shoulder as he
resumed his former ministrations. "Call me Duo."
"Duo it is. Make me call it?" He may have been submissive, but he also knew
what he wanted and right now half of what he wanted was gently maneuvering his
body into the proper position for the other half //Duo... Please don't worry
about preparing me. I can't feel any more ready than this.//
"If you weren't so fetching and your skin wasn't so damn smooth, I might call
you a dirty old man for letting me take advantage of you like this. I think we
both know you could take me if you weren't too busy enjoying yourself. So, I'll
be taking you *now*. Hope you like a little pain with your sex."
And with that, a ripping plunge. Treize screamed into the swirling violet cloak
of night and clenched both his teeth and his hands. But the pain was not
without an aspect of pleasure, even from the first burst of agonizing
sensation. And then, once Duo was within him, beginning his motions... Ah,
there was even pleasure more. He found himself beginning to whimper, letting
out quiet gasps and winces accordingly, but refraining from further cries of
that first caliber.
Duo let his hands drift across Treize's erection once more, this time with
gentle, surrounding pressure meant solely for release. At this point, further
teasing would only result in displeasure and the entire act had taken on a
distinct aura *of* pleasure with the heated air and quickened breaths which
closed around them tighter than the darkness.
His hips sallying to and fro, Duo shivered. //Can I have this as my mission
more often? Please?//
Treize remained a willing partner, his body pushing toward every sensation,
distorting the normal straightness of his spine for the feel of hands and lips
and that wonderfully erection that pulsed within him, plunging and stretching,
pleasuring.
An alarm went off somewhere in the distance, meant to rouse him from sleep so
that he could find his escape. //Damn... Better make it quick.// Without
meaning to do so, both parties increased their speed, wanting release before
possible death.
Orgasm was impending doom. It was a ladder to climb, a high dive to walk, a
long dive to take and overwhelming sensation to overpower you in the end. Both
parties in the black orchid-colored darkness were poised at the end of the high
dive, making their final testing jumps. Then, with a grind of the hips and a
twisting of mangled cries in the steamy air, the final jump with the
accompanying head-pounding rush and then, that unimaginable mass of sensation.
While catching his breath, Duo pulled away slowly, allowing himself a precious
morsel of time before throwing on his clothes, giving the general a sated kiss,
and whispering, "The entire place is going down in about five minutes. You
shouldn't die here. I suggest you make use of my statement."
And Treize blinked when he heard the window creak open and fabric slide against
it as Duo left. A cool wind filled the room, replacing the quiet air of sex and
satisfaction.
Quickly, Treize stood and threw on his clothing, exiting the room and running
off before he could bother to ask himself about the encounter he'd just
participated in. He could think about it later... when he was naked again.
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